13.9.19

September, poem by John Updique


Celebrem setembre amb un poema en anglès de John Updike. Poemem els mesos de l'any.

September

The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.

Il·lustració de Lena Anderson.

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